1000 Story Novels & Stories

Only I could turn what was supposed to be a romantic, moving proposal into such a humiliating scene. And the worst part was that I'd already been through this 99 times. Isabelle and I had been together for seven years, from ages 23 to 30. I'd already proposed 99 times, and today was my hundredth. On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise.

“Technically, I can, Kent. I am your grad instructor. For every time you fail to show up in my discussion session, I deduct five points from your attendance score. Your grades will be doomed if you missed the class for more than 8 times. Simple rule, easy math.” “That’s not fair! I have a medical condition, I have, emmm, AGHD.” “You mean ADHD? No, you don’t. Before disease-guilt me, you should at least try to get your excuse straight.” “Yeah, ADHD, whatever. Listen, Miss Irwin, you don’t get it: I MUST have an impeccable GPA. My life is perfect, always have been and always will be. The Hurons won’t tolerate any imperfectness in their lives!”

"She left? Finally showed some sense. Good riddance. I'll go discuss the date for your and Gianna's bonding ceremony with the Thunder Ridge elders right away." But something in her words struck a nerve. Eric's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse but firm. "Impossible! Why would she leave me? She clearly..." She clearly relied on him so much, needed his protection. Luna Anya, seeing his insistence, scoffed. "What's so impossible? She took the hundred million dollars without a second thought, you know." A hundred million dollars. Eric seized on the number, jerking his head up to look at his mother, his voice filled with disbelief. "What did you say? What hundred million dollars?!"

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

Hen was so happy to see Cat, so they sat outside and talked and laughter for a long while, and when it was getting dark, Cat said to Hen, "Can we do this again please"? "Of course...we can"! Said the hen. That is how the hen and the cat became very close friends in the animal kingdom, and all other animals there became jealous of their friendship. THE END OF MY STORY! At this point, everyone laughed and laughed, and asked Mr Lucas not to end the story, but continue. Unfortunately, it was the end of the story. About a minute later, Mr Lucas said.. "That is how most persons give up on what they want, while others handle situations with wisdom".

Even though I couldn't fully see what the interior looked like due to the lack of colors, I could tell that the decorations and setting had a vintage style to them. "How do you like it?" Lilac asked as we sat down. "This place is amazing." I replied. "I really like it." "Wait until you try their coffee. Not many people know about this place, but the coffee here is really delicious. They brew the coffee using the coffee beans they raised themselves." "Wait, why don't many people know about this place? If it has really good service and products, shouldn't people be crowding here?" "The manager always refuses publicity. He wants people to come here only when they hear about how delicious the co

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.